Quotes by Roxanne Snopek

Lifes too short to say no when love shows up at your door.

Consider yourself warned, Frankie. Something about these mountains convinces previously sane women to give up Starbucks for saddle sores.

I hope you brought your handcuffs, she added. I wont go quietly.I might use them anyway, for fun, he answered, remembering the sensation of her warm lips against his.

Bending the law is different from breaking, my lovely, strategically-challenged Francesca.

Im named after my father, Rudolph, he said, then shot her a stern look. But if you connect that with my red nose --

Consider me your rescuer, not your jailer, he said to Frankie, without looking at her. His gut told him that, on the criminal mastermind scale, this one landed closer to Tinker Bell than Lizzie Borden.

Great. He had a ranch with no power, a burgeoning blizzard, animals depending on him and now, a frightened, felonious elf to look after.

She pulled her arm free from his grasp and stood back, her arms crossed. So, what then? Youre holding me hostage? Are you even really a sheriff?I am, he said, highly amused at her attempt at bravado. You wanna see my badge?

Its nothing fancy, I opened a jar of sauce and cooked the linguine. But theres fresh Parmesan and I even found a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.You found wine. Earlier hed been thinking about microwaved Who Hash, solitude and if he was very lucky, beer.But a hot, fresh-cooked meal? Candles? Wine? And a chatty yoga-elf chef? With a body like a Las Vegas showgirl?

Im resourceful, she called after him.Resourceful, he thought, rinsing his hands with the ladle shed left in the bucket. A euphemism commonly used by successful criminals, he called out to her.If I were so successful, she called back, I wouldnt be talking to you.

She was licking something off the end of a wooden spoon. Red froze. His body reacted as if hed walked in on her twirling half-naked on a pole....Frankie was intriguing. Unsettling. Challenging He wanted to figure her out. He wanted to play strip poker with her. He wanted to throw her on the couch and ---A touch more oregano, I think. Frankie pointed the spoon at him.

Rorys big labradoodle made a snap judgement that Frankie was everything her life had been missing up until now. She flung herself into the girls arms, wiggling and whining, a shaggy mass of chocolate-colored enthusiasm.Mistral likes you, I see. While he, the one who filled the dogs food dish, had gotten nothing but suspicious glances since he arrived two days earlier.of course you like me she said, baby-talking into the dogs fur, Im extremely likeable.If the dogs expression was any indication, Frankie was about to get nominated for sainthood....She glanced at him. Maybe shed like you more if you werent so... testosterone-y.But then you might like me less

Once in rur-al Flathead coun-tyStood a cru-wel Christmas sceneDumped for slaugh-ter were the rein-deerWhen an elf did intervene.

What are you wearing? Coveralls. Shit-kickers. Long, latex gloves. He blinked. cant wait to see you take them off.